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of the Author's dispensings and number many in the host of
his friendships. And all the ladies of charm and smartness
who graced a thousand festive settings served by him! Yet
he never served a flapper. And her hipflash was to him un–
known.
However, nothing marks the
mores
of those days more
strongly with him than the keen remembrances of one of our
then three foremost Americans--coming in every lunch hour
with a cheery "Good-day" and "A
dry
Martini, and make it
extra dry!" Respectably, honorably and mentionably!
Pleasantest of all the Author's memories twine themselves
around his contact with Yale men. He mixed and dispensed
for a legion of them as undergraduates, Alumni and Faculty
members. Their favorite drinks of yesteryear will be found
in this mixology with headnote allusions. The Copper Kettle
Punch exclusively steeped in their traditions, herein finds its
first publication. And while they staged their fling, he can
truthfully record there were no scandalizing conditions in
attendance. They drank always as true Gentlemen and to
his mind with lasting good to their after-lives in terms of
experience, disillusionment and above all, of comraderie and
sublimated friendships. Real, never snobbish, ever demo–
cratic and generous to a fault, Sociability ruled them, and
with
a "Here's to Good Old Yale, Drink'er Down! Drink'er
~own!"
infused them for aye with that spirit, proverbially
incomparable- the Yale Spirit!
In conclusion, by Historian rather than Contemporary
Artist, it may be complained this "opus" has been done.
But there is THE LAW! And, anyhow, entitling it "The
Drinks of Yesteryear" gave a smile for a change these "dry"
days to the face of
THE AUTHOR.
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